Black Book Diary Entry
Christine is the wife of my dentist, been going there since forever. She used to be a model and you can tell that she once was by how beautiful she still is now. No one would disbelieve that truth about her. They'd just have to look at her.
She fell in love with 'The Doctor', which is how she always refers to her husband as, never calling him by his name, Robert or Bob or Rob. She never calls him anything but Doctor, whenever they are in public. I always wondered if she called him Doctor at home, while they were having sex.
"May I suck your cock, Doctor?"
"Yes, Christine. Please do."
"Thank you, Doctor."
Christine works as his receptionist and gal Friday. Whatever is his whim and whimsy, Christine takes care of it for him to make his office run more efficient. She is such a subservient woman that I wondered if she was into bondage and discipline and if he was her secret master.
I had a secret crush on Christine, the older woman younger man syndrome, I guess you could say. She was forty something and I was twenty something. She was still attractive enough that I'd do her, if I could. I'm not shy to admit that I spent more than one night alone masturbating over the thought of her having sex with me, while thinking of her naked and blowing me.
Anyway, I had an abscessed tooth one day and decided to opt for the laughing gas, rather than go through any more excruciating pain than what I had already experienced. Since I never had it before, since I've never been knocked out and under anesthesia, I was nervous. The procedure went fine, but I had this nagging feeling, a funny sensation, that I had ejaculated. I suddenly felt tired, exhausted really, feeling as if I needed a nap or a cigarette, even though I don't smoke and have never smoked. To be honest, I felt as though I just had sex.
How is that possible? How can someone have sex and not know it or remember it? I'm the type of guy who can remember every time I masturbated and who it was I masturbated over. I chalked it all up to a side effect of the triazolam combined with nitrous oxide. Those are such mind altering and mind controlling drugs and never having had them before, I figured that was it, no doubt.
Only, as the days passed, I had a sick realization that the doctor and his wife had used me and my body to satisfy whatever sick fantasy they had. Perverts. Now I understand why they took yearly vacation trips to Denmark. God only knows what they did there. At first, I denied the thought, but deep down in my heart, I know that I had been a victim for their bizarre display of sexuality.
I thought it was my own fantasy, perhaps, a reoccurring dream, from always wanting to bang Christine, but the more I thought about it, the clearer it became. To help the images along, I closed the blinds and drapes in my house, clicked off all the lights, and turned off the television. Then, I sat in my easy chair and relaxed in an attempt to clear my mind of all other thoughts. Even if it was in my subconscious mind, I hoped that I could bring those thoughts forward and remember what happened.
Breathing deeply, trying to focus to keep my mind blank, I nearly put myself into a hypnotic state and to sleep. Then, the visions of what really happened that day flooded my mind. While still under the drugs that my dentist had given me, I had been sexually assaulted by my dentist and his wife.
With the thoughts that Christine had her way with my unconscious body, I became aroused with the thoughts of what the doctor and his wife had done to me. While still under the influence of the drug, I was susceptible to their suggestions. In control of my mind and my will, they took advantage of me. They raped me.
